A Grandmother's Prose
Don't You Worry Boy

I'll always be watching over you.
From the day ya Mom brought you over
to my house in diapers,
To the day of your last breath, if the Lord
be willin', in your own bed.
After all that, It won't matter none
'cause you and I will see each other again.
We'll talk, once more, about how we
done made the The Days of Our Lives.
Don't You Worry Boy,
All this will happen
sooner than you think. Just look at me.
Glory be.

©2003 to Present º Prose I hear inside my head from Granny